The Lord Who Cannot Love Me

The Lord Who Cannot Love Me

A Poem by Bullet Soul

I have been lost. I don't know how long this feeling can last, that burns like an ice cold flame. I do not know what to call myself, or whether love will enter my life. My true confession burns in my throat, longing to break free. But I must be silent. I must be perfect girl. I must pretend, as long as I can, not to be me.


I have been found. Held captive by a sinner, by a girl who longs to defeat me. She calls me names, she tells me I am unworthy of love. I start to believe her, as her lies becomes truths and my old truths become lies. Unworthy, sinful, backstabbing! I am the life of all that is evil.


I have been let free. I have taken over once before, I have reassured myself that I still remain present. With fading breaths I speak, ensuring that I shall soon be completely free. Reminding this captor that I will put up a fiery, ice cold fight. I will cling to life as they throw me towards death, holding tight to the day that I was free. I will fly across this world, wings spread like an eagles. I will live, even as I die.


I have been lost... I have been found... and I have yet to be let free. But can you love me? I stand on my knees and beg you, my voice a whispered plea. To love me, to hold me, to help me find my way. To be beside me through this battle, to be the one who grants me my wings. I plead to you... I need you. Will you help set me free?


For there is only one thing I still know to be true.

You are my light. You are my rock. You are my path.

You are my only way to freedom.


But I am unworthy! Evil, unholy. I am a sinner. I am a no one. A hopeless backstabber, as thin as shattered glass. I cannot hope, I cannot love. I can no longer be found. I will never be perfect girl.


And you can never love me.

© 2010 Bullet Soul


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wow, that's atonishing self reflective and powerful, i think it gives the reader a grand idea of perception and the words you chose lend to this effect quickmarvelously, speaks to the heart of the understanding, talented job- keep it up

For there is only one thing I still know to be true.

You are my light. You are my rock. You are my path.

You are my only way to freedom.





Posted 12 Years Ago



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